Monday, October 12, 2009

He does it again and again......

The title belies something other than Mr. Bettis. This time it's his owner aka the hubby.This post is not a whine but rather supposed to be a little humorous.

But before I get to that I'll sum up the weekend. It was busy to say the least. The college daughter came home for the first time since she left in August. We took her shopping to the local store to stock up on the necessities of college life (remember the shopping, it's mentioned later in this post). Saturday was a home grilled steak dinner upon request and Sunday was a brunch for all, grandparents included.It was fun and went by wa-a-ay too quickly. We had every intention on leaving early to head back but company was later leaving and packing took longer than expected. I was happily knitting in the car on this new pair of mittens. They have a flip top for the fingers and an itty bitty flip top for the thumb. Makes it easier for texting. So you know who will get these don't you?I don't text so they're not for me.

Now onto the reason for this post.

Remember the shopping I mentioned above? Hubby was on his own in the store. Not-a-good-thing. He called me to meet him in the kitchen gadget aisle, he has a thing for kitchen gadgets. I do not. He has been wanting a griddle for a long time. I have an $8 stove top griddle that has worked just ducky for years. Nothing doing but he found griddles on sale. LARGE griddles on sale. Keep in mind our family is grown and are rarely here for anything so why in the world do we need a large griddle?

Ahem. I'll give you his reasoning (my comments are in the parentheses):1) WE can cook everything at once i.e. eggs, sausage, bacon (but dear, we don't eat all of that anymore)2)WE have been wanting one of these for a long time (but dear, WE haven't wanted one. YOU have).3) This is on sale and it's a good deal (but dear, what difference does it make if it's on sale? WE don't need it).4) IT's a large griddle at a good price (for some reason he thought it was necessary to go on and on about the good deal/price).I was powerless once I realized I was not going to win this one. Like a kid in a candy store he promptly picked up the box and grinning from ear to ear, he toted it to the cashier.And here it is, in all it's glory. It is big. I have very little counter space and have no idea where I'm going to store it.

But here's the kicker to this story. My birthday is fast approaching. He walked out of the store pleased as punch and announced this IS my birthday gift!Years ago I would've balked but now I can only laugh. You see, I have opened gifts year after year with great anticipation, hoping beyond hope there would be something to celebrate ( a lot like hoping there would be a nice family dinner on my birthday......LOL). Unfortunately here's a list of some of the "thoughtful and wonderful" gifts from my dear hubby.

1) Swiffer Wet Jet (which he and the youngest kid couldn't wait to put together and try out while I sat on the couch and watched. I thought they were going to battle to see which one of them could use it first. They took turns.)

2) Salad shooter (he also brought home a head of lettuce so he could try it that evening)

3) Sweeper (he purchased it with all the gimmicks at a "good deal")

4) Dishwasher ( to help me with the dishes)

5) New roof on the house (with all of his buddies here for the weekend to help and I had "the pleasure" of using the above appliances to cook for them ALL weekend.)

6) A handmade broom (because he wanted a handmade corn broom. Trust me, there were a lot of jokes with this one considering my birthday is in the month of Halloween)

These are only a few of the highlights. The list goes on and on for 25 yrs.Oh, I almost forgot the one and only year he ordered and purchased a birthday cake. With the wrong name. That wasn't his fault but he should've checked it before he came home.So go ahead and have good chuckle. I am. Just don't let your hubby see this post.

I must admit, the gifts have been memorable.......LOL I already have a guess at next year's gift. A waffle maker. He was pricing them at the store.

5 comments:

ROTFL That sounds like my Dad. There's the year that he bought Mom a printer for her computer that *he* wanted. Or a new monitor for the computer that *he* wanted. ::snicker:: Thankfully, he's learned in the last few years to call my MIL and order some of her handmade jewelry.

That was so funny I had to read it to my hubby. For years I have complained about the year he took me to the dump for my birthday - yes the dump. Then we went to the big box hardware store and bought new picket fencing.

My favorite present was the year I got a bowling ball for Christmas - but it was good. I really enjoyed it. g

I have a computer scanner that Gary bought me one birthday. I won't let him live it down. I have a rule, no appliances unless I specifically ask for them. He is a great hubby, he has bought me the triangle loom and stand and the spinning wheel.

Stomping my foot... no, no, no. YOU had an agreement. I was as present for it as an email friend can be. YOUR bday gift comes in 11 days. He said so. He said THAT trip would be your bday gift.

Hrmph.

And maybe we'd best not leave him alone with the Knight. I do believe they were made from the same mold. We have TWO griddles and TWO electric frying pans, not to mention the THREE (or is it four?) Crockpots. We're empty nesters, remember?

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This blog is a rambling of my life living with my husband, a few furry friends, my ENORMOUS yarn stash and occasional ramblings of other sorts. We have a sprinkling of family members.
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